English Rendering
Spring has half gone since we two parted;
I can see nothing now but broken-hearted.
Plum blossoms fall below the steps like whirling snow;
They cover me still though brushed off a while ago.
No message comes from the wild geese's song;
In dreams you cannot come back for the road is long.
The grief of separation like spring grass
Grows each day you're farther away, alas!
